The Full Monty (1997)

Horse: No-one said anything to me about the full monty.

Gerald Arthur Cooper: Fat, David, is a feminist issue.
Dave: Well, what's that supposed to mean, when it's at home?
Gerald Arthur Cooper: I don't bloody know, do I? But it is.

Horse: No, but... what I mean to say is... my willy.
Lomper: Your willy? My willy.

Gaz: I've got a degree in ass wiggling, mate.

Dave: Anti-wrinkle cream there may be, but anti-fat-bastard cream there is not.

Police Inspector: So your daddy dances in front of you, does he?
Nathan: Only when he's rehearsing.

Gaz: Told 'ya, robbing pipes, that's all.
Police officer: Gary, my friend, no bugger robs pipes in the buff.
Gaz: We do. Don't get your clothes dirty, do you?
Police officer: Oh well, don't fret, gents. There's a right good laundry in Wakefield Prison.

Dave: We want to know about dancing that's all.
Gerald Arthur Cooper: Dancers have coordination, skill, timing, fitness, and grace. Take a long, hard look in the mirror.

Gaz: Y' know Dave, it's a thought.
Gerald: Ha! I could just see Little and Large prancing around Sheffield with their widges hanging out. Now that would be worth 10 quid.
Gaz: Don't be so bloody daft. We were just saying.
Gerald: Widges on parade! Bring your own microscope.

Gaz: I need an audience.
Dave: You need a doctor.

Gaz: So, uh, Horse... What can you do?
Horse: I dunno, really... Let's see, there's the, uh... The bump, the stomp, the bus stop... Me breakdancing days are probably over, but there's always the funky chicken.

Dave: The less I eat, the fatter I get.
Lomper: So stuff yourself and get thin.

Gaz: Oh, fucking hell, Nath! They're 20 quid each them.

Dole Clerk: Have you been actively looking for work in the last fortnight?
Horse: Yes.
Dole Clerk: Have you done any work, paid or unpaid in the last fortnight?
Horse: No.
Dole Clerk: That's not what I've heard.